A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

picked

there was a simple building with windows that

cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the

round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

doctor had almost given up

was still alive. He had lived two months

a glass of water and medicine

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

seemed like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

nose twitched when he

this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

also her favorite food,” Mark

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How

began to fumble in

he stopped and shook

he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

call

didn’t have to give Cecilia

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

medicines from him and swallowed them without

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in

she was done, Mark looked sideways at the

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

This time, he had a dream

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

almost given up

alive. He had lived two months longer than the

a glass of

you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

he

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured,

nose twitched when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

also her favorite

to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been born by

this, he began to

then, he stopped and

It seemed it was

better not call her,” he said

give

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

the medicines from him and swallowed

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

done, Mark looked

weaker and weaker until

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

much

look at him secretly for a while and call him

Cecilia in his dream

gently stroked his face,

point, Mark woke

of the hospital room were white, just like the snowy

gently closed his eyes

felt he needed

in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

gone to buy the pumpkin pies

plump foreign nurse was in

really wanted to return home. He missed his home

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on

knew he couldn’t change

give up as long as he was

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

was determined to stay strong and fight

finding it

sat up on the bed and started to

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be

wanted to go there because

fingers trembled as he thought of his

came back

a snowstorm on his

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are

then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

of

only actually

was not more than a

put down

narrowed his eyes and looked

want to go back home and have a

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he could see that Mark

Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

was around 4 a.m.

a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

broke into

boy,”

the phone. It

voice sounded

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name

to a

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say

Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no matter what,

that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

had sacrificed too much in the first half of his

and

duration of the call, he never even dared

the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard

“What happened?” he asked.

up at

hear this and he did

said with a

the first day of the

in agreement and began to stroke one of

really wanted to fly back home

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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